It is not something I I talk about with many people, but my maternal grandfather served proudly as a bombardier on a B-29 during WWII. He carried that pride for service and country for the rest of his life. I consider myself very lucky, for my grandfather came home and taught me the meaning of honor, a man's word, and a handshake. There were so many that never had this opportunity. Our brave service men and women are sent throughout the world serving their country. Some are lucky enough to come home; others are not so lucky. Whatever you personal opinion may be about politics and war, let us set those differences aside this Memorial Day and become part of a larger community that remembers those who did not come home. If that single day of unity and humility can grow into two, then four, and then eight, and so on, we can indeed make this country -- and this world -- a better place for generations to come.